Tender Is The Night Perfume Novels & Stories

Perfect. I stepped back before he could pull me closer, offering a small, knowing smile. “I’m going to change. Don’t wait up if you’re tired.” In the bedroom, I chose carefully. A sheer black nightgown that clung to every curve, the hem barely reaching mid-thigh, lace so delicate it was almost transparent. No panties. I left my hair loose, sprayed the lightest mist of the perfume oil he loved — the one that made my skin smell like warm vanilla and sin. Then I climbed into bed, heart pounding, and arranged myself deliberately.

The spot was no other than my seat behind the sales counter of the Hamilton's Grocery store. A red Polo shirt which had the name of the grocery store printed in white ink on the right side of my chest, and the name tag which holds my name was clipped below it. The black jeans seemed to be a perfect match for the color of Polo shirt chosen by the store manager. The shirt and the jeans teaming up with the red sneakers I slipped on that very day made my day even brighter. The store was full of customers that day, and I had been battling with digits and slapping my fingers on the calculator all day.

the saleslady reminded her. "Show me what you got," she said. "This is the Elizabeth Taylor White Diamonds Eau de Toilette. We only have one stock of this here and it will cost you two hundred fifty thousands, Ma'am." "Okay? May I know the smell of that?" Irish asked permission. "Yes Ma'am." The saleslady gets the other bottle of perfume with the same brand she is holding. It's for the testing purposes. Irish sprayed a little in her palm and smell it. "Hmmm. The smell seems like strawberry?" she said questionably after smelling it.

It concealed the scar above my collarbone, the one from the time Nora pushed me into a table corner during my stay in the Crescent Moon Tribe. There were over a dozen bottles of perfume on the vanity. My fingers glided across them, ultimately stopping at Dior J'adore, my favorite jasmine fragrance. However, I hesitated for a moment and chose Chanel Paris instead. I remembered Sebastian's preference for roses, and I thought a rose-scented perfume was a safer bet. I sprayed a bit on my neck, chest, and wrists, the fine mist settling on my skin, evoking a refreshing feeling.

Inside, wrapped in pale gray tissue, was a small glass bottle. Its shape was familiar. Familiar enough to cut my breath before any scent escaped. Rectangular, clear thick glass with gently rounded edges, a dark metal cap. A cream label with tiny serif letters: AZZURRA NOTTE Profumi di Brera Perfume. The perfume I used to wear almost every day, until my body memorized it better than my own birthday. The perfume sold only in that little shop in Brera, Milan, the one we wandered into on a rainy night. The perfume that made my ex-husband pause whenever he passed behind me, lower his head, and inhale the space between my neck and shoulder.

In a low voice, he said, “Miss Ford, your perfume is making me sick to my stomach.” Tiffany was shocked by what Nathan had said. After the way he’d helped her Father, she had expected him to be more respectful of her. And more welcoming. Furthermore, she had deliberately chosen the most seductive perfume she had. It was called “Opium” and was also known as “Liquid Diamond. A lot of female celebrities liked to use this expensive perfume. Unfortunately, Nathan thought her well-chosen perfume smelled like shit. “I didn’t know that you don’t like perfume,” she said. “While I am here, I won’t wear any. I understand why you think the body’s natural fragrance is the best perfume.” As she spoke, she

With that ability, I could have any woman eating out of the palm of my hand—literally. Excited, I added the "Hand of Arousal" to my cart and continued browsing. Another item piqued my interest: "Hypnotic Perfume" for $300,000. This perfume claimed to release pheromones that could subtly influence the wearer's surroundings, making them more suggestible and compliant. It was a perfect complement to the Hand of Arousal, ensuring that any woman I touched would be putty in my hands.

“Wow, now you have months of headstarts in the new series… talking about VIP treatments. That is so cool and you deserve that. Love to hear it. I’ll be coming back at 5, do you have plans after class? Another sleepover and a lot more Clay coming up tonight?” I exchanged texts with Sasha while choosing some of the products for Georgina, Jess, and Caddie to put in my bag and bring into the class. Georgina is feminine and has a rather classic taste, so the Jasmine and Lily of The Valley would be perfect for her. Jess is sporty, loves summertime and beaches so much, I’m gonna give her the Watermelon and Sea Salt series. Caddie is a simple, practical, and straight-to-the-point person, and hates f

“But someone who clearly admires you. Paid for the entire night, so no stage for you. Nessa will fill in. Just spray that scent, entertain him, and please him so he keeps coming back with those fat tips.” “I….. I’m sorry, Lady B… but I can’t just wear something from a stranger. What if it’s harmful? What if I pass out after using it?” “Relax. You think I’d risk my best girl? Someone tested it already, so it’s harmless. Now quit stalling and get to work,” she smiled, far too pleased. My hands were trembling slightly as I unboxed the perfume. A sweet vanilla scent with some expensive undertones filled the room as I sprayed it across my skin. I was impressed. This client is mad wealthy to affo

"This! Whose scent is this? The scent of vanilla mixed with tuberose and honey! The sweet signature scent of Issey Miyake!" Sebastian grew increasingly anxious. Tera recognized the scent precisely because it was the perfume Viona had always preferred. The sweet mix of vanilla, honey, and tuberose—Issey Miyake was too distinctive to go unnoticed. Tera couldn't believe her husband was wearing it. "Oh, this!" Sebastian exclaimed nervously. "Yes, this!" Tera insisted. "Aroma, Daddy?" Nora asked in confusion. "Scent of perfume, dear. Daddy was looking for a perfume for Mommy, and I tried a sample of Issey Miyake to see if you'd like it, but unfortunately, it was me who didn't like the scent. I re